Into the Depths

Clouds form around the irises
as brow furrows,
lips narrow as darkness descends~

Blue drapes drawn tight,
doors locked,
no key fits,
no way to reach you
as I sink to the floor ,
banging and begging yield no response,
So one must be patient~
I close my eyes and dream of before:
when skies were sunny,                                                                                                                           and light winds blew away the remnants of fog

©annettealaine 2014

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